She brings me closer
And draws me in
Circling like a cat
With open claws and closed
Mind
She finds a way to let herself in

She argues and whinges
What is right, what is wrong
But she doesn’t know, she doesn’t
Care
She thinks she knows all
Her opinion is written in stone
God’s word doesn’t actually exist
But put a foot out of place
And God will condemn you to
Death

She’s not right in the head
She’s senile
Not all there
Amuse her, smile
And play her game
You can’t win, but you
Can try